Waiting
I'm waiting for the sun
To rise.
And the moon
To go down.
I'm waiting for the stars to disappear
From here.
I'm waiting for the rain to stop.
Every little drop:
I'm Waiting for the world to end.
I'm waiting for the train to roll around the bend.
Man, this world is odd.
I'm still thinking about God
And the dreams I crushed.
But, I'm trying not be rushed.
I'm Thinking of you,
And your happy smile.
I tried to call you
I'm Waiting for the phone to dial.
I'm living my life by the drop
I'm always Looking out my window
And seeing the same old barbershop
On 6th Avenue.
I'm wishing that I was with you-
On this cold and rainy night.
I'm waiting for you
To come into sight.
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015
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